Their Nanny

~~~NATE'S POV~~~

I was expecting to see her when I opened that door but I was still stunned when I saw her standing in front of my house.

She's always been stunning in my eyes but every time I see her I can't help but adore her more.

It makes me want to take her inside my house and keep her, make her my wife and mother of my daughters.

I looked at her from head stopping for a while at her gorgeous face but then when my eyes landed on her feet that were wearing those heels, I snapped back to the realization that she cannot be mine.

The most beautiful angel I've ever seen in my life cannot be mine.

It made my mood darken.

It became worse when I saw how good she looked with my daughters. She fits with them as if she is made for them and me.

She cannot be mine and she cannot be my daughters' mother even how badly I wanted her to.

My day started bad then everything went bad.

I wanted to see her every time, I wanted her around me yet she came late. Though I know she came to send my daughters to school, it doesn't help to brighten my mood.

I want to hear her angelic voice yet she rarely talks to me all day. She only speaks when she talks to.

I am not in the mood for anything. Not even for food but then I noticed how pale she looks and I was so angry at myself for forgetting that she hadn't eaten anything as well. The worst part is that I blamed her for that.

So I took her to eat in a restaurant, I ordered food for her, yet she barely touched it.

"I don't think she is in good shape. You can wait until tomorrow to talk to her."

I heard the voice of my eldest daughter as I passed by their bedroom. I haven't seen them since this morning so I decided to drop by.

I knocked on the door and opened it.

I found them sitting on their bed with the telephone in between them.

"Hey,"

"Hi, daddy!"

They both jumped off their feet to hug me.

I squeezed them both in my arms.

"So, how was school?" I asked, which I rarely do. Internally, I just wanted to know what they think of Catherine. They would tell me if they don't like her for sure.

"I made new friends." Aenid happily said.

Then I looked at Faye.

"She is shy," Aenid said, talking about Faye.

I smiled because I know that Faye is always the shy one.

I struggled to say words. I'm the worst with that. I know I am not the kind of father that always has an answer to my daughter's questions, nonetheless, I love my daughters more than myself.

When it comes to times like this, I hope that they have a mother or at least a mother figure to nurture them, give them wisdom and righteousness, understand and listen to them, and give them motherly love.

To give them what a father cannot give.

But unfortunately, I cannot give them the mother that they need.

I only have two women in mind that could fit as their mother, but it is impossible to have them.

"So, what's the issue with the phone?" I asked, looking at the telephone that sits on the bed.

Aenid and Faye looked at each other.

"Cat says we can call her anytime," Aenid started.

"Cat?" I was confused at first wondering who Cat then a person flashed in my mind.

"Yes, your assistant. Faye wanted to call her."

Well, it seems that my daughters seem to like her. They called her by her nickname and now they wanted to call her on the phone. I don't know if it is good or bad. And I wanted to think that it was good.

"So?" I urge them to continue.

"I don't think that it is a good time to call her," Aenid said, shaking her head.

I looked at my watch and saw that it is still early, so I wonder why Aenid would think that it is not a good time to call my assistant.

"Why?" So, I asked.

"I don't think she is in good shape. She looked pale and sick when she picked us up. Although she is still trying to smile and listen to us."

I immediately frowned when I heard that.

Is she sick all day?

She does seem pale and irritated.

I suddenly felt the urge to see her.

Then I remembered how we worked nonstop all day. We even missed lunch. Although I managed to take her for a late lunch, she barely touched her food. It made me feel guilty.

"Does she look sick this morning?" I managed to ask Aenid.

I saw her shake her head. "No, she is not. In fact, she is great." Aenid said, making me feel more guilty. If Catherine was fine this morning, that means she just got sick during our nonstop meetings.

"Dad?"

I snapped back when I heard my little Faye call me. I look at her and stroke her hair tenderly. "Yes, sweetheart."

"Can we keep Cat as our Nanny?" She asked, making me slack-jawed. She liked Catherine. And based on the look of anticipation on Aenid's face, she feels the same. My daughters like Catherine. And I felt my chest tighten because I like her too. I'll be very willing to keep her not just as a Nanny but as a mother to my daughters.

I want to say 'I would love to, even more than that.'

But reality strikes me. I can't. We can't. Not even as a nanny.

"Oh, sweetheart. I am glad that you liked my assistant. But I don't think that is a good idea. She is overqualified to be just a Nanny. She is my Executive Assistant and she is good at that." I tried to explain to them that I know that they are too young to understand.

I could see the dejected look on their faces and my heart felt sorry because I know I cannot do anything about that.

Or maybe, I could.

"Okay, so, why don't you tell me why you like her to be your nanny?" I asked to see what I could do.

Aenid started to narrate everything that takes place in the morning. Faye being afraid in school made me surprised and guilty at the same time because I was not aware that Faye had school anxiety, and that she experienced bullying at school before. And how Catherine managed to calm her. I smiled while I was imagining the three of them sitting on a bench, walking hand in hand towards the school.

And I found it thoughtful of Catherine to give her contact number to my daughters and their teachers. For just a short time, she showed that she cared for my daughters. And I am certain that it was not just a pretense. Why would she do that when no one can see her? I'd like to think that it was a genuine concern.

"Hmm...actually, I don't think you need a Nanny," I said and that was the truth. We have maids here at the house and Mrs. Weston, the housekeeper, is very good at keeping an eye on my daughters while I am at the company. My daughters also have a tutor that comes here at home every day. My only concern is who is going to take my kids to school and who is going to pick them up. Surely, I will not leave it to the driver who would just leave them at the school gate.

The school doesn't allow nannies or parents inside the school's premises as well.

And I am just too busy at work to do that.

And during weekdays, my daughters have me.

So, there is no need for a nanny.

"How about, I'll have Catherine take you to school and pick you up every day?" I asked my daughters and I saw the twinkle in their eyes convincing me that I made the right decision. Though I don't know if Catherine would like that idea.

I'll just tell her that she doesn't need to work extra hours. She'll just take an hour or two from the office so that she could take my daughters to their school and pick them up later on. She doesn't have to worry about being late or working under time.

"Really?" Aenid and Faye asked at once, obviously delighted about my idea. I nodded my head with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Aenid asked again after a while. A big smile is plastered on her face while Faye is already jumping up and down on the bed. I could tell how happy they were. I could tell that they liked Catherine.

I could tell that they are getting attached to Catherine. I know that I should not indulge them because things might get complicated. She might not like it. Her husband or boyfriend might not like it. But I liked it. I wanted to indulge them and myself as well.

"Yes, of course. For my little angels." I said with a contented smile.

I tucked them into bed after they settled down from excitement and happiness. I sighed as I closed the door and leaned on it.